I really tried to think of a better title for this post, but there isn’t one, so instead, I’m going to say it again.
Holy Bloody Hell!!!
Yes, I had to say that. You might echo it, or come up with your own version when you find out exactly how well yesterday’s writing went. 6,929 words. Yes, a personal best for this draft so far. No, I wasn’t pushing, and yes, I’m trying to take care of myself so I don’t get any more ill than I already am (stupid stubborn cold). It just all flowed through, a bit here, a bit there. Oh, and how the story is coming together, oh my god. I’m discovering textures and details to the story and characters I hadn’t suspected. My good idea and subsequent good outline are taking off, becoming something more, something fantastic. I mean, I’m not going back to reread things (much), but it feels fantastic. I love the way it’s unfolding. I’m at 34,179 words total for the book now and I can’t tell you how much of a struggle it was to stop for the night last night and go to bed. I think I could have written all night (thank god for touch typing). I’m sure I’m in for another good day today too, despite the need to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
One of the neat things is I can see some of the little places where I can subtly set up the next two books, and in the little bits that I have reread, I can see other places where I’ve done it subconsciously. I’m looking forward to working on the next one almost as much as I’m enjoying working on this one. I feel like my brain is on fire right now. In a good way. Yes, there is one.
I know I owe an awards post, for a couple of awards now. I keep meaning to get to it, but then writing and posts about writing keep getting in the way. I’ll get to them, really, I will. I just need a moment where I come up for air. I seem to have really learned how to breath story lately.